It can only always be a delayed response. The slow dawning of love’s deep begins to buoy us up only after we begin to understand what has been relentlessly given.
Delayed gratitude for a father’s love
It can only always be a delayed response. The slow dawning of love’s deep begins to buoy us up only after we begin to understand what has been relentlessly given.
"All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful." ~Flannery O'Connor I felt small, and not the good kind of small. Not the kind that meant the black you wore was flattering and the muffin top was less visible. This was purely the less visible kind. The kind where … Continue reading Pity parties and answered prayers
I didn’t plan to have a fifth child. Actually that is true of the fourth as well. Regardless, it is symptomatic of an underlying idea that I think I am actually in control of something which is pretty funny in and of itself. That fourth child, that fifth, remind me of the Ephesians 3 prayer … Continue reading These aren’t the little things